The nights were dark and torturous,
You cried in every grind and ******,
As I held guard and closed my doors,
but in the morning, I was yours.

You'd pull me closer, without shame,
I'd bury, drink and drive away,
and swear I'll hurt you even more
but in the morning, I was yours.

And still, I hear your sirens call,
your arms open to catch my fall,
with my whispers of "are you sure?"
But by the morning, I am yours.

So with your lands so far from mine,
I take solace and play with time
dreamt only in your company,
In that morning, I will be free.